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riahlynn101 · 1 month ago

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Request:

I’ve been trying to think of new storylines relating to the Mimic and Gregory. For the most part, you have written pieces related to all of them. Every interpretation you create is honestly spot on to how I feel and, most of the time, expands on their relationship in new creative ways.

That’s why I wanted to ask if you’d be interested in doing a story that follows the mimic hunting Gregory down AFTER ruin. I don’t believe you have explored that storyline yet and I would love to analyze how you would navigate it narratively. I have my own ideas. I believe Gregory still has the mimic chip in his brain considering how the chip reacts to Vanny’s interference (blurring his vision) and how Vanny can constantly track down Gregory regardless of where he is (the mimic chip serves as a tracker as shown in ruin). With that in mind, once the mimic is freed from its lair by Cassie, it would no doubt have more access to interfering with this chip.

What if Vanessa and Gregory were living peacefully, trying to move on from the trauma both of them experienced, when Gregory suddenly starts to have constant nightmares relating to a past he doesn’t remember. All because a monster is messing with Gregory’s brain, a monster he cannot recall but a monster who knows every single detail about him

Would the Mimic be violent towards them or would he be sneaky? Would he stalk them silently or would he interfere shamelessly, destroying everything they tried so hard to build? Would he forgive Vanessa? Would he repossess her? Or would he use her as a teaching moment to show Gregory he is truly alone?

How would Gregory react to this monster? Considering his amnesia, he’s clueless of its origins and the rather unique relationship the two of them had. Would this change how the mimic approaches him?

Not all of these questions have to be answered of course, but I wanted to lay down some ideas. I would love to see a work post-ruin by you.

Yes! A thousand times yes! That's actually such a good idea!! Which why I instantly had to go write the first few chapters of this story (even though this will probably be published on Wednesday).

Considering this chapter is mostly an introduction, I'll also be publishing chapter two. I might combine chapter one and two into the same post if I remember.

Anyways, thank you for this idea! I'm already having a lot of fun writing it. Feel free to tell me if characters, their relationships, or anything else is off/wrong :D!!

Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced child death (Cassie), implied/referenced captivity, blood and injury, mental health issues, and implied past child abuse.

Summary: Following the death of his best friend, Gregory - now living with Vanessa and Freddy - struggles to distinguish between what's real and what's not.

Chapter One: Prologue

The sun is so bright it stings Gregory’s eyes. His hand is sticky from his melting ice cream, and his arms are likely to be covered in mosquito bites by the time they leave. But he doesn’t care.

This is freedom.

Vanessa stares off into the distance, nibbling on an ice cream of her own. Her hands have continued to shake since they left the Pizzaplex. Droplets of mint chocolate chip land on the grass. Gregory doesn’t mention it.

It’s been a long, long night, proceeding a thousand other long, long nights.

“Vanessa?” He asks, looking at the sky. Purples, reds, pinks, and oranges have combined into the most beautiful painting he has ever seen. Have sunsets always looked like that?

“Hm?”

“What are we going to do?”

She’s silent as if considering something big. Her gaze slides over to him, looking him over, then to Freddy who is now just a talking head. Vanessa returns to watching the clouds, same as Gregory.

“I don’t know,” she finally answers. “I really don’t know.”

Gregory nods. “We’ll be okay.” And they would be. They’ve escaped from Hell, so anything life throws their way, they’ll fight through it as well. As far as he’s concerned, they’re unstoppable.

A hint of a smile plays on Vanessa’s lips. “Yeah, we’ll be just fine.”

-x-x-x-

Everything has gone to Hell. They’ve spent the better part of the day trying to contact Cassie through a walkie-talkie meant for kids. Freddy’s smiling face stares back at him as he tries fruitlessly to reach out.

Cassie’s uncle, Luis, joined them hours ago. He sits at Vanessa’s computer, typing furiously on the keyboard. From his place on the floor, Gregory can’t see what he’s doing. Not that it matters. The only important thing right now is finding Cassie and hopefully warning her before it’s too late.

Vanessa stands in the corner, nursing a glass of wine. Surprisingly, she’s done well with this entire situation. Only the thought of what that thing in the basement could do to Cassie has been stressing her out enough to sip at a single glass of wine.

He hears someone on the other end. It’s muffled and barely audible, but Gregory jumps at the chance. “Cassie? Cassie? Can you hear me? Cass-” The signal is cut short, returning to static. His ear buzzes from the white noise, and he feels something akin to frustration rise higher and higher in his chest.

If they don’t do something soon, then his best friend - the only friend he remembers from all those lonely years - might die. All because of him.

A few months into living with Vanessa, they decided to take matters into their own hands and trap the creature deep, deep, deep underground. Where, hopefully, no one would ever be hurt by it again.

Vanessa and Freddy (now with a working body) hooked up the M.X.E.S. machine, while Gregory had to lure the creature as far away from them as possible. None of them were sure if it would work, but not trying meant allowing more deaths to occur.

It was simple. All he had to do was play a little game of hide and seek, using a spare walkie-talkie and his wits. And it started off well enough, with him staying out of sight.

But then, he got a little too comfortable and slipped up, and in that brief moment, the creature emerged from the shadows, ready to swallow him whole. It rushed forward, clawed hands reaching for him. He had bruises on his ankles for weeks.

During that encounter, out of self-preservation, Gregory dropped the spare walkie-talkie. Thus, giving the creature an avenue for communication, while damning Cassie to a fate worse than death. ‘

The sun has long since set, and they still haven’t made any progress.

“Anything?” Luis asks, not looking away from the screen.

“Not yet.” He tries for the millionth time to reach Cassie, standing on his tiptoes on the coffee table. He’s seen this work for cable and better phone service, so why not try it for this?

Vanessa steadies him, making sure he doesn’t waver.

He’s rewarded with a clean signal, and he wastes no time. “Cassie! I’ve been trying to reach you all night!”

“Gregory?” Cassie asks, sounding scared out of her mind. “Where are you?”

He sighs impatiently. “Does it really matter? Run! Get to the elevator! I have a friend here that knows the way out. I’ll try to guide you.”

They all wait with bated breaths for Cassie to turn her walkie-talkie back on. Gregory shouts out directions, hoping she understands what they mean.

“Gregory?” Her voice finally breaks the tense silence, and they all breathe a sigh of relief. Cassie’s alright, she’s going to make it out okay.

“That thing in the basement we aren’t sure what it is. We trapped it down there, but you let it out and now it’s free.” Gregory continues quickly, not wanting to leave his friend in the dark. “I know you did it for me, to save me, but-” his signal is cut once again.

He looks at Vanessa who glances at Luis over her shoulder. “What’s happening?” She asks, hands beginning to tremble. “Is she okay?”

Luis shakes his head. “She has to be,” he mutters. “Gregory,” he addresses him, “try-”

His walkie-talkie crackles to life. The sounds of creaking metal and childish screams fill the living room. None of them can muster up any words. They all stare at Gregory’s walkie-talkie in abject horror. It isn’t until there’s a loud crash and Cassie’s screams are cut short that any of them react.

Luis stands up so fast the computer chair topples over. Vanessa cringes away, leaving Gregory to fall to the floor.

The walkie-talkie falls somewhere near the computer desk, out of his hand. His palms and knees sting, but absolutely none of that registers to Gregory who can’t seem to see or hear anything other than his best friend’s final screams.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammers.

Luis looks at him with a grief-stricken expression. “You should be. If you did your job right, then-”

He’s cut off by Vanessa, “don’t! Don’t blame him! He’s a kid!”

Luis turns on her. “So was Cassie! She was a little girl!”

Vanessa cowers, losing all her energy in the face of being screamed at. Sometimes Gregory wondered what happened to her before Freddy’s to make her so easily intimidated.

Gregory stands up, silently hoping Freddy might appear, but he’s likely charging. “Leave!” He shouts, pointing at the door. “Now!”

And he does, slamming the door on his way out. The noise seems to shake the apartment, startling both Vanessa and him.

Vanessa breaks down crying, falling to her knees.

Gregory hugs her, unsure of what to do or how to feel or what to say. All of this feels unreal. It has to be unreal, actually, because surely his best friend isn’t….

He can’t bring himself to say the dirty, nasty word, let alone think it. Because if he thinks it, then it becomes real. And it’s not real. Cassie’s fine and at her house and none of what happened just happened.

“I’m sorry, Gregory,” Vanessa sobs, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m so, so sorry.”

He rests his chin on her shoulder, allowing her to hug him close. He stares blankly at the wall ahead, wishing it had been him instead.

----

Chapter Two: One Month Later...

Gregory munches on cereal, trying to get it all down before the school bus arrives. The bus stop is a ten minute walk, so he has to leave before most of the other kids that walk or have rides. He once asked Vanessa to take him, but she’s never been much of a morning person.

Freddy sits across from him, the same goofy smile on his face. His chair is pushed all the way out but his hands rest comfortably on the table.

“Did you finish your homework last night?”

Gregory swirls colorful pieces of cereal around and around in the bowl. “Yes.” Which is why he wants so badly to climb back into bed and sleep. He stayed up way past his bedtime just to finish the stupid book report.

“That’s excellent! Way to go Superstar!”

He smiles down at his bowl. Only Freddy could ever pull off such a goofy compliment. “Thanks,” he murmurs.

-x-x-x-

He’s late. Really late. And by the time he makes it to the bus stop, the bus is already pulling away. Gregory tries to get the driver’s attention but it’s no use.

He sighs.

Guess I’m walking to school today.

It’s early autumn, so the fall chill hasn’t fully set in yet. Leaves have started turning colors, and less and less birds sing their songs in the morning.

Gregory finds the walk relaxing - would find it relaxing if he knew where he was going. The thought of asking Vanessa to take him to school or not going at all crosses his mind (maybe even convincing Freddy to let him drive Vanessa’s car). But he has a test in English today, so he has no choice but to go.

Besides a few cyclists and an occasional car, the road is empty. Gregory tries not to dwell too much on that. He hurries along. Maybe if he’s fast enough he can talk to his science partner before class starts. They have a lab due in a few days, and his partner has been absent for most of it.

A branch breaks behind him.

Gregory jumps, heart skipping a beat. He swivels around, hands coming up in a fighting motion. If something is truly there, then he refuses to go down without a fight. Nothing. Not even the branch he heard break.

He turns back around, intent on getting to school as fast as he can.

The road is completely empty now. Warily, Gregory continues on, keeping an eye out for anyone trying to pull a prank on him. There are a few kids in the grade above him that like to mess with anyone and everyone, slashing tires, pulling pranks, and doing everything in their power to be menaces.

Not too far down the street, he hears another crack. This time, much, much louder.

Gregory suddenly feels nauseous. He gags, swiveling around to confront whoever’s messing with him. But nothing’s there. No kids trying to mess with him, or even a branch.

I’m being paranoid.

But he still crosses his arms in an attempt at comforting himself. He thinks about calling Vanessa and telling her to come get him, or maybe even running home and hiding in his closet.

Gregory glances left and right, checking for anyone hiding behind trees or running into a nearby house. Anything to suggest he isn’t going crazy, but nothing and nobody is there.

He shudders, turning back around.

He must be hearing things.

-x-x-x-

He eats dinner alone with Freddy that night. Vanessa is working overtime and left a couple tens for them to order pizza. Not that Freddy can eat pizza, but Gregory serves him a plate anyway. It feels rude not to.

Freddy smiles at him, taking pretend bites out of the pizza. “How was school today?”

Gregory swallows and takes a drink of water before answering, “fine. Amanda - she’s my lab partner - promised to do her part of the project at home.”

“Ah, well, that’s nice. What’s the project on?”

He shrugs, taking another bite of pizza. He knows Freddy is just trying to engage with him, but Gregory couldn’t care less about school. To him, school was school, nothing more, nothing less.

He hasn’t made any new friends, or joined any clubs since starting this year. It doesn’t feel worth it to him.

“I see,” Freddy murmurs, putting his slice of pizza on Gregory’s plate. “I can’t finish this, can you help me?”

Happy to avoid talking about school, Gregory scoops up the second slice and chomps away at it.

Way better than the Pizzaplex’s!

He suddenly remembers the imaginary cracking sounds he heard that morning. Vanessa would call him crazy, despite her being, well, her. But Freddy would never, at least not outloud.

“Hey, Freddy?”

“Yes, Gregory?”

“This morning…I thought I heard some branches breaking but nothing was there.”

Freddy takes a minute to respond, likely going over all the possibilities. “Well, it could have been the wind…or an animal.” He nods as if in agreement with himself. “Yes, it was likely an animal.”

That sounds….possible.

“That’s probably what it was. Thanks, Freddy.” He knew he could trust Freddy to help him see clearly.

-x-x-x-

His room is tiny, filled with his bed in the furthest most corner and a small desk Vanessa found on the side of the road. A lamp sits on the corner of his desk, allowing him just enough light to see his algebra homework with his light off.

He’s on the second to last question, pencil hovering above the paper, when someone knocks on his door.

“Come in,” he says, thankful to have an excuse to procrastinate a little longer.

Vanessa pokes her head into his room. Her eyes are tired, and he notices the way she leans heavily against his door. “Time for bed, brat.”

He rolls his eyes, stuffing his homework into his backpack.

Whatever’s left is future Gregory’s problem.

“Okay.” He doesn’t argue - for once - Vanessa doesn’t look up for it. “Happy you’re home.”

She smiles at him. “Thanks, kiddo. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.” She leaves, not shutting the door behind her.

Gregory groans. He doesn’t understand why she always does that. It’s like she’s allergic to shutting his door and turning off his light (but only his and only when it’s inconvenient for him).

He tucks his math homework away in his bag. Annoyed at her or not, he would rather not invoke her wrath by not listening. She’s kind of scary when she’s tired.

Gregory had the foresight to change into his pjs, so at least that part’s done.

Quietly, so as not to wake Vanessa whose door is shut and light is off, he creeps across the hall to the bathroom.

Gregory stares into the mirror. His hair is choppy from the impromptu haircut Vanessa gave him a week ago, and his under eyes have permanent dark circles.

He reaches for his toothbrush.

Crack!

Gregory whips around, holding out his toothbrush like a sword.

“Nothing,” he mutters, turning back towards the sink. He laughs to himself, feeling silly for getting so worked up. It must be all those horror movies he’s been watching with Vanessa.

He wets his toothbrush, shaking his head to hopefully rid himself of hearing anymore imaginary noises. Gregory glances up, hand outstretched to grab the mint-flavored toothpaste Vanessa and him share.

He freezes, blood running cold. His toothbrush clatters in the sink, falling from his trembling hands.

Wha- why? What’s going on?

He scrambles away from the mirror, falling to the floor, because in the reflection of the mirror is Cassie...

In his panic he trips over a stray bath towel. Gregory falls hard, head bouncing off the door handle.

His vision tunnels, until everything goes dark.

#cross posted on ao3 #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #gregory and cassie #fnaf #tw child death #tw childhood trauma

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dorkwalf · 2 years ago

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Home AU part 2

As they continued to walk. More and more junk started to block there path. When all of a sudden.

“HELLO! TAKE A MASK!” A bot jumped out.

Cassie and Gregory screamed as load as they could.

Once they were back to thinking straight. They took a mask right before the bot deactivated.

They looked at the weird bunny masks before looking at each other and putting them on.

They looked around amazed before H.E.L.P.Y. appeared explaining the V.A.N.N.I. Net work before inserting a chip. The kids not knowing what happened took off the mask and asked HELPY what had happened. HELPY then explain that it was so they can talk with out the mask before he disappeared.

“I don’t like it.” Gregory stated. Cassie nodes in agreement as they walk the into what looked a a sewer tunnel. They end up in Monty golf. Cassie spots a golf game and plays it as Gregory does the cameras.

Gregory finishes first before hearing Cassie gasp.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is parts to repair Monty!”

“Wait, really?!” Gregory said as walked over to look at the parts. “No way! Put them in my bag.”

Casie did as told and put the parts in the bag. Hopefully they would be able to repair him.

“Come on let’s go.” Cassie state head towards there only way out.

A vent.

Cassie went in first and Gregory followed closing the vent back up.

“Wanna know what would suck?” Cassie asked.

“If the vent fe-“ Gregory was cut off but the vent falling.

Both land on the ground with a harsh thud.

“We shouldn’t have jinxed it.” Cassie groaned as she rolled off of Gregory.

“We really should learn to shut our mouths at some point.” Gregory replied.

Cassie helps Gregory up to his feet before looking around.

“Where did we end up?” Gregory asked.

“Look!,” Cassie said pointing to a sign, “super star daycare!”

“Awww to bad the side isn’t here.” Gregory replied before saying, “ what if it’s in vr.”

“Not again.”

Both put on the mask but didn’t see a slide but instead a tunnel. They look at each other before going in. Gregory in front.

“Is this a play structure?” Cassie asked.

“I believe so-“ Gregory was cut off by a creepy laugh.

“Gregory” cassie said scared.

“I heard.” Gregory replied but kept walking.

All of a sudden moon latchEd on the the side scaring the kids. Cassie quickly shined her light on him. ‘Burning’ him and forcing him away screaming.

“What happened to him?” Gregory ask.

“I don’t know.” Cassie replied.

The continued on until they were stuck with no where to go. Sun came down scaring the asking for help before flying off.

The kids looked at each other before splitting up to find the two generators. It took 30 minutes max since there was two. Both racing back toward eclipse to help.

Once there Gregory let Cassie on his shoulders. And Cassie quickly rebooted sun.

They take a step back before sun came back on line. Sun immediately picks them up and sets them out side the daycare. Thanking them before going to clean.

“Wait.” Cassie said

“What?” Gregory perked up knowing that Cassie only used this tone when she has an idea.

“If we rebooted sun and he went back to normal what if we rebooted the others!”

Gregory lookEd her as if she was crazy. But the more he thought about it the more it made since.

“Then all we need is the right opportunity!”

#fnaf #fnaf AU #fnaf Monty #Monty #Montgomery gator #fnaf sb #fnaf sb riun #fnaf sb riun au #Gregory #Cassie #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie #Gregory and Cassie #home AU

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